Chapter 3

The trip took about a half hour by ATV, which was good as I needed that time to focus on something else other than what the women were discussing. Thus by the time I climbed off of the ATV, my mind was clearer and my temper had subsided.

The water turned out to be a long narrow lake that was surrounded by low lying hills on the far side and the long inclining plain on my side. I parked the ATV on a small rise and after stretching my legs for a minute or two, stood up on its back deck to have a look around. A quick glance about told me that the lake was probably several miles long as I couldn't see either end of it from where I was standing. It was however fairly narrow and from the look of it, a strong swimmer could probably reach its far shore in less that fifteen minutes. The water however was dark in the bright light of the day and this told me that the lake was probably fairly deep.

The landscape about the lake was wild and desolate, with the surrounding land rolling down to its heavily eroded shores in a calamitous manner. Getting to the edge would take some careful footwork. Still it was picturesque. About the lake there were scattered thickets of brush and groves of sparse looking trees that added to the wildness of the setting. A light breeze blew across the water causing wavelets to form and the reeds that lined its banks to rustle.

I stood for a while and just stared. As I did, I started to notice things. One was the movement of objects on the far side of the lake, objects that looked like water fowl. As well, I noted an occasional stirring in the grasses that surrounded me and the ATV. That got me thinking. So far I had been too busy or too wrapped up in my thoughts to worry about this world we were now on, but now, alone and free to wonder, concerns welled up in me. What kind of animals are on this planet, I wondered to myself?

I hadn't seen anything that was an obvious threat but that was the problem. What was a threat? Would we know it when we saw it? Did our 'benefactors' know? Would they inform us or had they already done so in their conditioning of us for our life on this new world? I just didn't know.

Something splashed on the far side of the lake. Something in the water that was big enough to catch my attention. The water fowl took to flight. They squawked loudly as they took to the air. I stared and thought to myself. Something in that lake had just had lunch. Maybe I needed a weapon to protect me and my family.

Suddenly there was a popping sound that caught my attention. Looking down I saw a holster sitting on the seat of the ATV. Kneeling down I picked up the holster and inspected it. It was a standard, military style hip holster and web belt. The kind you saw officers wearing in old war movies. In it there was a standard looking, 45-cal automatic pistol. The pistol held a full clip and there were two more clips in a pouch on the belt. Instinctively I placed the web belt and holster about my waist and fastened it.

Now I have used weapons before. Living on a farm in the Midwest provided me with ample opportunity to fire weapons. I've fired everything from a .410 over and under up to a 12-gauge pump and a .308 hunting rifle, and while I wasn't a gun nut; I did have a good respect for them as a tool. Still, I had never handled a pistol before.

The moment my hand touched the grip of the weapon, my mind filled with the knowledge of the device. I knew its capabilities and its limitations, and I knew how to take care of it. I also knew that if I needed to use it, I could. In fact, I knew that I was now a marksman with the pistol. I grinned and silently thanked my 'benefactors'.

I stayed by the lake for the rest of the afternoon. After holstering the pistol, I grabbed a bottle of beer and popped the top. Taking a swig, I took a last look around and then climbed down off of the ATV. Once on the ground I settled myself down on the front of the vehicle and started drinking. The beer was still cold and the taste pleased me. It had no label but it went down real easy.

After a while my mind drifted back to the problem that had driven me away from the tentage. It wasn't the idea of me fathering a new world of people that bothered me. As I saw it, there was my wife and her sisters and their daughters and my mother-in-law. All of them were drop dead gorgeous now and just looking at them made me hard. I had no problem imaging myself between their parted legs filling them up with baby-making seed. It was crossing the line when it came to my side of the family. While the new and improved version of my mother was totally irresistible and I knew it in my soul that I would eventually cave in, the thought of fathering a child on my mother or my own daughters disturbed me.

So I sat and drank and thought. What annoyed me the most was that I knew that in the end I really didn't have much of a choice. I knew that our 'benefactors' had reprogrammed us to accept the situation that we now faced and eventually I would. Still hearing the women discuss it in a matter of fact manner without any thought about how I might feel, pissed me off.

I cracked my second beer.

I knew that I was a good dad and I had tried to be a good brother and a son, and while I wasn't a bible thumper I did go to church every Sunday whether I wanted to or not. Essentially, I knew what was right and what was wrong and I knew that having sex with my mother was wrong as it was with my sisters and my daughters. Not that I would have ever thought about my mother that way before today, because I hadn't but I still knew it was wrong. Unfortunately, I also knew as I have already said that I had been boxed into the corner with no real choice in this matter.

Personally, I think that was the bigger problem. The fact that no matter what I said or what I did, eventually, whether it was today or a thousand days from now, I would probably cross the line. I knew it because I already wanted it to happen. The sight of my mother's young, supple body and that of my sisters was still fresh in my memory. The thought of me touching and exploring that sexy body, sucking on her tawny nipples or that sweet looking clit made me hard, and the wonder of what if that new body was a virgin again made me want to go back to the tent site and just grab my mother and find out first hand. The thought that perhaps all of them were virgins again made me want to take out my cock and stroke it.

But I didn't because I knew that if I did, I would cave in today instead of tomorrow or the next day. It had become a matter of principal. My mother had said it was inevitable and I agreed with her, but for whatever reason, moral or just mule stubbornness, I didn't want to cave in today.

I finished my beer and sighed. Then I stood and looked over this new planet, trying not to think too much while I waited for my cock to go limp again.

It was past supper by the time I got back to the tent area. Dusk was beginning to fall and I had to take care not to have an accident on the way back. When I did get there, I found that almost everyone was in the tent already. Silently, I parked the ATV beside the bath unit and got out. Stretching, I picked up my empties and headed over to the kitchen unit to see if there was anything to eat. To my surprise, Emma my wife was waiting for me.

"Hello Jack," she said softly when she spotted me.

"Hi..." I said in reply.

Emma's eyes dropped to the holster on my hip, then after a moment's hesitation she looked me in the eyes.

"Where'd you get that gun?" Emma asked pointedly.

"Our benefactors," I answered, placing my hands on my hips and drawing myself up tall before her. "I started wondering about what kind of beasts they might have on this planet and poof, all of a sudden the pistol and holster was sitting beside me."

"Oh... !" Emma exclaimed with a thoughtful look upon her face. I waited.

"I was wondering when you would get back," Emma finally said after a second or two.

"Sorry," I replied sheepishly, "I had things to think about."

"I know," Emma said with a smile, "we all did."

"Oh... !" I said hesitantly, dropping my hands to my sides as I spoke. "Like what?"

Emma didn't answer immediately. Instead she turned around and picked up a plate. On it was a baked potato, a nice inch thick 12 ounce steak, and some carrots. This she plopped into the microwave and turned it on.

"I'd like to say I'm sorry Jack," Emma said softly over her shoulder. Her face was shadowed with concern. "We weren't fair this afternoon."

"It wasn't entirely your fault," I offered in a conciliatory manner. "You and the other's were probably reacting to the conditioning that our 'benefactors' have put into us."

"True," said Emma as the microwave beeped, "and thanks for considering that, but we still weren't fair."

"Fair enough," I said as my stomach grumbled.

Emma laughed.

"Hungry?" she asked with a big smile on her face.

"Yeah!" I answered eyeing the food as she took it out of the microwave.

"Well then we can save this talk until later." Emma stated as she handed over the plate and took the empties away from me. "For now, you eat up and enjoy your meal. There's cold beer in the fridge. When you're done, clean up and close this thing down. Now that you've mentioned animals, I don't think we want to attract any do we?"

"True," I said in agreement as I sniffed at my food.

"Great!" Emma responded with a grin. "Well then, I'm off to have a shower. Then I'm hitting bed. Enjoy your meal honey!"

With that my wife leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks," I muttered absentmindedly as I cut into the steak. Yum steak! Then I stopped and looked up.

Emma was strolling away from me, walking over to the bath unit. I watched her go. Her hips swung as she meandered away from me. The thought of where she was going and what she was going to do there, and the sight of her firm round ass caused something to stir once more. Now I was really hungry.

Needless to say I was in bed before my wife even finished her shower. To my surprise, our side of the tent appeared to be empty. There was no sign of my three daughters. Even their sleeping bags were missing. For a moment I was concerned, but thenI said what the heck. Maybe they were staying over with their cousins, which considering the mood I was in, might be a good thing.

I was lying there, naked under a sleeping bag when Emma finally walked in fifteen minutes later. A smile crossed her face when she saw me waiting for her.

"I thought you would be still eating," Emma said wryly.

"I got hungry for dessert," I replied teasingly.

"Oh you did, did you?"

"Yep ... I'm hungry for some pie!"

"Oh you are, are you? And would that be this kind of pie?" Emma asked taking a pace towards me and dropping the towel that was wrapped around her.

My eyes immediately dropped down her body, coursing over her 'new' look, to fix on the target of my desire, her pussy. Amazingly, it looked nothing like I remembered it and that got me twice as hard as I had been. A groan of desire slipped through my lips.

"Oh yes it is!" I growled enthusiastically, forcing myself to respond to her question.

"Then I had best serve it up, hadn't I?"

I know it wasn't the best lines that a man had ever spoken to a woman before, but it was the mood that I was in. I was horny as hell and at that moment the little head was doing all the thinking. Besides, my wife was playing along with it, so what the hell. It was working.

Quickly my wife crawled under the sleeping bag with me and snuggled up to me. As she did, I turned on my side to face her and kissed her on the lips. Our embrace was filled with desire. There was no tenderness about it. I was hungry and she responded with matching passion. As we kissed, our tongues tangoing and our lips mashing against each other, Emma slipped her hand about my already stiff cock. The feel of her warm flesh wrapped about my ardent member caused it to twitch with excitement and as she started stroking me, I groaned my approval into her mouth.

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